My hundred years of solitude
A mother’s death, a search for a soulmate and a spiritual journey made this year an epic reckoning
BY KAREN BLACK — By this age, I had hoped to have . . . call it a supportive partner. Call it a soul-mate. Call it whatever you want.
Yet, here I am: single, never married, holding my mother’s hands, whose tips are numb from chemo.
I never planned to do this part of life alone.
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22. Nov, 2012 















